This is a song about "Batty kids"

Abandoned throughout the land a million little kids/

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

They bringing me fish and chips

A lesser measure of beggar kids

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

Why are the little kids having little kids

Pushing in my mama van

Asking little kids if they can

I try and respect kids

Look, i tried to call it quits

Covered suburban kids, man they're just rich white kids

I walk around understanding the politics

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

The kris kringle of rap servin little kids

Clothes are dusted and he loathes these kids

Nowadays usually it's his pockets